Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 462 - 237: Life... Life Ghost Begs for Mercy!!?

Chapter 462: Chapter 237: Life... Life Ghost Begs for Mercy!!?

Fang Qingyu’s eyes, like melted gold, suddenly contracted.

This was the first time he had witnessed the full might of a Martial Saint!!

The terrifying Qi and Blood Power, vast as an abyss yet restrained to its limit, the Martial Arts Will that seemed capable of shaking Heaven and Earth with each gesture...

Was far beyond a Tier Two Grandmaster.

This was truly a being standing at the Peak of human Martial Arts.

The gaze of the Martial Saint was like two searchlights, sweeping across the entire camp in an instant.

The eyes, sharp as knives, carried a cold efficiency in battlefield inspection, pausing briefly on Zhang Tiezhu and the warriors of the Fierce Tiger Company, finally landing accurately in the direction of the medical tent.

Or rather, on the five people inside the tent, including Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Fang Qingyu’s body, covered in scars and still exuding the aura of the Dragon Fist Grandmaster, then swept over Jiang Wei’s small figure and her dim yet deep red eyes.

Deep in his eyes, a tiny hint of surprise seemed to flash by.

Soon, that surprise turned into understanding.

The Martial Saint took a step forward.

Buzz!

Space seemed to fold beneath his feet.

With just one step, his tall figure appeared at the entrance of the medical tent.

Without any words or greetings.

The voice, carrying the fresh scent of blood and earth yet unusually steady and powerful, like a Heavy Hammer, was clearly heard by everyone inside the tent:

"Black Pine Ridge?"

His gaze locked directly onto Fang Qingyu, with an unquestionable inquiry.

"Yes!"

Zhang Tiezhu instinctively straightened his back, answering hoarsely with reverence in his voice.

"Tier Two Peak Life Ghost?" The Martial Saint’s voice remained uninflected.

"Yes! Already taken care of by Captain Fang and his team..."

Zhang Tiezhu was about to report the battle situation.

"Resolved?"

The Martial Saint directly interrupted, his gaze still focused on Fang Qingyu, his tone declarative, not questioning.

Facing that tangible gaze, Fang Qingyu mustered the strength to sit up straight and nodded: "Yes."

No expression crossed the windwashed and blood-stained face of the Martial Saint, just a very slight nod.

"Very good." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He uttered the two words crisply, as if merely confirming a trivial matter.

The next moment.

Buzz——!!!

An even more violent and terrifying Qi and Blood Power erupted than before!

The ground beneath the Martial Saint silently cracked.

He himself transformed into a brilliant flow of Red Gold light, like a comet tearing through the night sky, soaring into the heavens!

The direction...

Was indeed towards the northeast horizon where that terrifying explosion came from!

Boom——!!!

The Red Gold light tore through the air, emitting a deafening roar, vanishing instantly into the thick night sky, leaving behind a disturbed airflow and a slowly dispersing ripple of Energy.

His speed and momentum far exceeded what he displayed upon arriving earlier.

As if the previous pause was only to confirm whether a coordinate point was safe, and after confirmation, he raced unhesitatingly to the next even more brutal, more perilous battlefield!

The entire camp was plunged into a dead silence once more.

Only the sound of the mountain wind flapping the tents and countless heavy, repressed breaths remained.

"Gulp..."

Someone swallowed hard, looking in the direction where the Martial Saint vanished, eyes filled with shock and yearning.

"Tier Three... Martial Saint... Damn... This is the real deal, a deity..."

Lu Jiuyuan’s eyes were complicated, "He’s rushing to the scene... That loud noise just now..."

"Hmm." Wei Banmeng’s cool voice echoed, bearing an imperceptible gravity, "His wounds are fresh... the battle isn’t over yet."

Fang Qingyu said nothing.

His molten-gold eyes gazed at the night sky where the Martial Saint disappeared.

His heart churned with turbulent waves.

Where was the Martial Saint’s battlefield?

What level of Life Ghosts were they facing?

That even required a Tier Three Martial Saint to traverse different battlefields so urgently, carrying injuries?

What kind of entities were clashing with such terrifying explosions from the northeast?

...

Two days and nights passed.

Night once again fell over the mountains.

At the mountaintop, outside the Black Pine Ridge Force Field Barrier, at the temporarily constructed observation post.

The bonfire flickered in the cold wind, dispelling the damp chill of the mountains.

Two warriors from the Fierce Tiger Company, wrapped in coats, vigilantly watched the faintly glowing Force Field Barrier.

Despite the deadly silence inside, the scorched earth covering the scene, no one dared to relax after the prior Hell-like scenery.

Footsteps approached.

Fang Qingyu and the five, accompanied by the elite squad, walked over.

After more than a day of rest and substantial resource replenishment, their complexions were still fatigued and pale, but their breathing was noticeably stabilized.

"Captain Fang! Captain Wei! Comrade Jiang! Comrade Chu! Comrade Lu!"

The two warriors immediately straightened up and saluted, their eyes filled with genuine reverence.

Fang Qingyu nodded, his gaze directed towards the barrier separating life and death: "What’s the situation?"

One of the warriors showed a rare, slightly relaxed smile, his voice louder:

"Reporting to Captain Fang! From the time you all went down yesterday until now, a whole day and night! Inside the Force Field..."

He paused, his tone carrying an incredulous relief:

"Not a single disturbance! Forget about Life Ghosts, we haven’t even seen a ghostly shadow! The Force Field fluctuations are exceptionally stable! Our squad leader said that with this situation, it’s basically confirmed that the Life Ghost source at this Black Pine Ridge has been completely eradicated by you all! We’ve passed the Ghost Festival ordeal!"

"Passed?"

Chu Kuanglan grinned, pulling at the not-quite-healed wound on his face, inhaling sharply from the pain, "Damn, finally a breather... I thought this ghostly place would never end!"